The Boy With The Fedora (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

 LIZZY POV

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The bra stealing gangster looked at me and scoffed, blood rolling down his nose.

"You really did punch me." he said.

I was trembling at this point. I didn't trust my voice to speak properly so I just nodded. My grip on Carly's hand tightening.

I looked around at all the gangster faces.

"Run." I whisper to Carly.

"But Liz." She whispers.

"It’s okay just go." I say.

"Don't worry Liz I will get the police." Carly said really quiet. And she ran off.

"Since you're a girl. I will take you one on one. I couldn't possibly jump a girl." He said.

"It’s alright guys. I got this." He said.

All his friends start filling out. Once they were gone from sight, I knew I was a goner. I prayed the police came soon.

"I won’t fight you." 

"What?" I say with relief.

"As long as you help me, with this." He said pointing to his nose.

"Uh okay." I say confused.

"Follow me." 

We walk silently to my house. When we got there I opened the front door.

"Stay here." I say.

I come back with a first aid kit. We both awkwardly sit on my door step.

I open the kit and I take out some wipes to wipe the blood.

"I'm sorry about that." I say.

He is silent.

"I don't even know your name." I say.

He is still silent.

"Can you at least tell me?" I ask.

"Michael Jackson." He said really fast.

"I’m Elizabeth Quinn. Call me Lizzy." I say.

As I try my best to fix up his nose I start to notice how uncomfortable he was in his own skin. He kept fidgeting and twirling his long fingers on his sleeves.

I finish up on his nose and it wasn't broken. I feel relieved but at the same time a little sad. My punches couldn't even break his nose. Shows how weak I am.

I touch his nose and he stiffens.

"Sorry." I say softly.

"It’s okay." Michael finally said.

I started looking at his nose to see if there was any more damage. I notice our faces were really close. I looked in his eyes slowly. His ears were pink. I back away.

"Is it okay?" He asked.

"Yup." I say.

He gets up and turns to walk away.

"I guess I'll see you later?" I say.

"I hope you don't." He says. And he walks away.

Wow rude much. Not like I want to see him ever again either. I stick my tongue out at his back.

"Whatever." I sigh.

I feel my phone ring in my pocket. I pick it up.

"Oh Elizabeth, are you okay?" I hear Carly say on the other end.

"Yeah." I say.

"I called the police and they told me they didn't find you at the site." She said.

"It’s okay nothing happened. I just explained and that was it." I say.

"Okay, I will tell the police you are fine." Carly said.

"Thank you." I say.

"Liz, I'm so sorry for not staying." Carly whispered.

"I told you to run, it’s okay." I say.

"No it isn't okay." She whispered.

I hear her crying on the other end.

"Sh, don't cry Carly its okay, please don't cry." I say.

"I know, It’s just, gosh." She said.

"Can I come over?" She asked.

"Good idea." I say.

"See you there." I say.

And I hanged up. I climbed the front steps and I open up the front door. I place the first aid kit in the bathroom and I walk to my room. When I open the door I am greeted with Michael's black fedora, he left in my closet which I put on my bed earlier this morning. I sigh and I push it aside as I flop on my bed.

I guess I forgot to return it to him. I take out my notepad and I start making scribbles. I don't notice for a while, I was drawing Michael's nose. I decided to draw the rest of his face. I heard the doorbell ring.

I run downstairs and I open the door.